Kitchen’s been missing me for more than 2 weeks. I was frustrated, both at work and at the fact that I had to give up me-time to work. The last straw came last night when I tried to sleep but couldn’t. I had to have my personal time. It was a toss between photo-taking at the Botanic Gardens or baking, both of which are solitary activites that I enjoy very much. I decided to go with baking, since I would be able to take pictures of my bakes as well.
I’d wanted to make these totoro cream puffs when I saw them on the internet long ago. Laziness took over my determination and it was hence KIV-ed for many opportunities.
Since I’m on an official baking therapy today, I decided to prolong the pleasure with recipes that require:
2) long baking/waiting time
3) milk–inconsequential to my therapy, but I didn’t want to watch the good carton inching its way to expiry.
On a side note, it must have been the frustrations, I don’t know, but today I finally had success with cracking eggs single-handedly. Um, literally speaking. 4 in a row, no less.
Well I must be the most shallow person to grace the earth, because my inability (to crack eggs with one hand) bothered me to no end in the past. I used to end up with crushed bits of eggshells in my hand and in the egg, making me look like one of those utterly helpless people in the kitchen. Embarrasing.
I said the frustrations helped in the egg-cracking episode because I had not-so-gently whacked the eggs against the sink, and then, it just happened. Split second, spur of the moment. I guess that’s the silver that lined all those stress clouds. Lesson learnt: Do not be too gentle with eggs. Do not smash them, either.
I digressed, again. Totoro cream puffs.
Say hi to these lovelies, I used the regular choux pastry and jazzed them up. Pretty food takes effort but then you know I’ll do it anyway.